Police

The warehouse was buzzing with confusion and frustration as the Blood Hunters gathered in small groups, exchanging hushed conversations. Luis Ortega paced in front of the remaining gang members, his brow furrowed in thought. The dim lighting of the warehouse gave the scene a gritty, tense atmosphere.

Javier Morales, the gang's enforcer, scratched his beard thoughtfully, piecing together the recent events. "This doesn't add up, Luis," he muttered, his voice low. "We had those two girls right where we wanted them, and yet they slipped right out. It's not some random hero who saved them."

Sofia Delgado, ever the sharp strategist, chimed in, her piercing gaze scanning the others. "No, it wasn't luck. Whoever it was knew our patterns, knew the layout of this warehouse. It's someone who's familiar with how we operate."

Luis stopped pacing, turning towards Sofia. "What are you getting at?"